a never-kiss

kisses hot imaginaire

to separate from not-thin air

to turn from him, never known

to find the sun and call it home

to extricate from ties that bind

to slip from not-arms in the mind

how to kill a form not real

a ghost a spirit a thought a feel

a dancing sprite tugs me through

veils of misty never-true

a world of made up make believe

a heaven blue with no reprieve

not-lover why are you still here?

how can i make you disappear?

a brain that works except with this

you cannot wipe clean a never-kiss

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my mask

 the best hiding place I ever found during hide and seek was when I was 10yrs old and hid by sitting at the kitchen table in broad view, no one found me

i spill out from behind every mask i try to wear
it’s pointless …

i always see me

so

i hide inside my nudity

i hide behind my noise

exposed and vulnerable

because i am alive

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photography by Justin Ealand

To see more art and stuff go to my website, currently a work in progress itself!

www.arnabaartz.com.au

 

 

sex

i smell the

hot shadows

they linger

like sticky sweet

liquid

and

sunshine

dark

musky pieces

that come alive

to be collected in a perfect picture

eaten later

washing

me

with river

fire

perfume

melting and

spawning

whispering

on knifes edge

weaving sharply

softly

through my senses

figures who live

in me

who stretch and twine

through me

like

naked

wires

almost

finally

nearly

completely

touching

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  Spawning in Lava River   ~    more art at www.artofkundalini.com

Love

what is love…….?

the breath

the feeling

the thought

the wish

the view

the memory

the thought

the feeling

the touch

the want

the eyes

the loss

the wish

the feeling

the smell

the thought

the touch

the wish

the view

the wish

the wish

the wish?

in these particles of truth

I resound

I………..am

love

a crashing wave

only one moment

and a dent in the sand

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www.artofkundalini.com for more art

I see you my king

i see you

i am an ambient channel for

your song

sung true

into the early dawn

of the very first moon

i wished you

my king

tangled falling tumbling free

marrying the waves

in my salty sea

you are my sunshine king

easily

gracefully

i feel you now

entering your domain

into my heat

claiming

my drawbridge chain

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art?? www.artofkundalini.com 

red feather flowers

fixer
you broke something
I crawl
in the ceiling
over here under there
in the dark night
under the new moon
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
I slide across
the silver line
along the dark wood walls
a small box
full of unfair
two red birds flying
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
I wander this house
dropping feathers like flowers
i smell honeysuckle
better than fear
Calling
I want you
Trying to make you hear
Through my dreaming
every day every day
every where
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
I’m crazy for you
I look for your eyes
It is me seeking death
my scorpion

your poison so clear

I need that piece you put in the ceiling
don’t see how but
you took it from here
this church is in disrepair
there is dust on my fingers
and in my hair
my heart
it must be here
somewhere…
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c’est tout lumiere

i see it in the cracks of your sideways smile

it travels backward towards me even as you turn away

it seeks me like a moth

i see it in your shoulders, tightly held

yet crookedly, secretly reaching through the crowd for me

aligned you are your eyes

a lake of stars

an eerie, erotic mirror

i see you like a fox trying to hide from the moon

ma lumière

mon coeur est allume parce que tu existes

no more no less

c’est tout lumière

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